Saturday Night

Suzie was one-of-a-kind living a dozen lives

she'd always try and act them out

today she was a pop beauty queen,

then a ranking marine

and it's me in her target now

i don't know how she tells me that she's moving out again expecting i'll be cool with this

i don't know why it feels like such a capital crime to leave her stranded.

she called me with the sound of the road in the background

i know that her focus was a little out

so what was i supposed to do?

i checked her out for a few to see what this was all about

she says she knew we'd always marry it would end up like a fairy tale;

together for all time

i tell her through her long eye lashes that i don't need her hot flashes as she opens her mouth

"why is it on a saturday night, a saturday night?

you had to go and bring me down

it's always on a saturday night, a saturday night

i thought that you would want me" (x2)

"why'd you have to bring me down?"

there's no use turning back

there's no use turning back

suzie called a couple of days ago

she's taking the train

she's making her way out of town

i thought that she was headed to earth but now she's off to mars

"why is it on a saturday night, a saturday night?

you had to go and bring me down

it's always on a saturday night, a saturday night

i thought that you would want me"

"always on a saturday night, a saturday night

you had to go and bring me down

always on a saturday night, and now you're off to mars